Dystopian Post Apocalyptic Romance: The Alphas: New Beginning (bbbw mfm interracial menage) Read online

  She walked by with a jug of water and Ryan could only stare after her. She was dark, maybe Latino, maybe partly African American, with that black, black hair. Her clothes didn't do her body justice, her ample breasts almost hidden beneath a shapeless shirt, but nothing could hid the curve of her firm big ass or the soft fullness of her thick thighs.

  Beside him Sean whistled. “Did you see her?”

  Ryan nodded. “Didn’t think I’d ever find a girl like her out here.”

  How she’d kept a figure like that was an honest mystery. All the butter-ball office ‘boys’ that had left Bismark with them had already dropped a lot of pounds. They’d stopped complaining about the walking after the first ten pounds and were now breathing easier than they had in years. And then Ryan stopped thinking about Pauline’s full figure and zeroed on in Sean’s open appreciation of it.

  “You too?”

  Sean nodded.

  “I’d hate to lose a friend over a woman, even one as fine as that.”

  Sean nodded again. “I agree. You know we could just go talk to her. She might be married.”

  “Wouldn’t that just be my luck.”

  “Come on then.”

  “What? Now?”

  “They might be leaving in the morning so why wait? Let’s go meet this buxom beauty.”

  They weaved their way between the haphazard maze of tents until they reached the spot where she had disappeared from sight to find no trace of her. And how to ask for directions when they didn’t know her name? Ryan was ready to turn back when Sean elbowed him. “There, I think I just saw her. Come on.”

  They stumbled into her through pure luck. She was sitting on a folded blanket on the ground in front of a ratty tent eating a bowl of dry cereal. She smiled at them. “Hey there, I ain’t see you two before.”

  “We’re from the other camp,” Ryan said.

  “No kidding.”

  Ryan felt his cheeks heat up.

  Sean jumped in. “We were just taking a walk around. I didn’t see a lot of kids in your group.”

  “Looking for one you misplaced? Dave and Sam didn’t bring a lot of kids along, said they’d be a burden.”

  “Didn’t see a central fire either.”

  She laughed now, a rich, throaty sound that relaxed something tight in Ryan’s chest. “No. No central fire, no central water supply, no central food supply. We all carry our own goods and if we need more we have to work for it. ‘We can’t let capitalism die’,” she said, that last in a passable imitation of a male voice.

  “Here,” Sean said, pulling a pack of jerky out of a pocket of his cargo pants.

  She eyed the package and made no move to grab it. Finally she said, “What’ll it cost me?”

  Sean shrugged. “I wasn’t thinking of cost, I was thinking of being nice. It tastes better than dry cereal.”

  She took the bag. “Thanks.”

  They settled on the ground in front of her. “I’m Sean, and this is Ryan.”

  “I’m Pauline. God, this tastes amazing. I haven’t had meat in five, no six, days now, not since we left Rapid City.”

  Ryan frowned but bit his lip.

  She winked at him. “Oh, I can usually trade favours for food, but most of the folks in my age bracket have started pairing off and free is always better. Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I’m not a whore. I worked in a fancy high-rise, had a nice apartment and the occasional boyfriend …” She sighed and forced a smiled. “I’m no fool either. I can’t fire a gun, I can’t lift, and I hate kids. What work can I do? Out here I only have one currency. I didn’t want to do it but I refuse to feel ashamed because of it.”

  “Good for you,” Sean said without pause. “You survived.”

  “And what now?”

  “That’s the question isn’t it?” Ryan said. “Now what? What do we do? Walk on? Fight our way into one of those villages?”

  “Neither sounds all that appealing to me, thanks.”

  “Us neither. We’re setting up a more permanent camp here.”

  “Good for you.”

  Ryan huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, something he’d never been able to do before but a few weeks with no trip to the barber changed things.

  “Something bothering you?”

  “Yeah. If I had met you a month ago I’d know exactly what to say to you. Now, I mean, what is there to talk about? No sports, no weather forecasts, no TV, no viral videos, nowhere to grab a coffee …”

  “God, I would kill for a decent espresso right now,” she said, chewing on her lower lip in a way that had Ryan shifting where he sat, hoping the bulge in his pants wasn’t too noticeable. She looked right at him. “So what would you say to me?”

  “I’d start with small talk, the weather, your favourite team, something flirty, a compliment or two, and then I’d ask you out for drinks.”

  She turned to Sean. “What about you?”

  “Hey, I think he’s got the right idea. Now, maybe this is too honest, especially after what you just told us, but you’re the first woman I’ve seen since Bismark went hot that has given me a hard on.”

  She stared at him, then levelled her piercing gaze at Ryan. He said nothing but he felt hot under the collar and he was sure his face was going red again.

  Sean went on. “Honestly, we just came to talk because we thought you were hot. You can send us on our merry way and we won’t bother you again.”

  “Are you always so blunt?”

  Sean shrugged. “I worked with cars so I didn’t really have a need for pretty words. I have a very large vocabulary when it comes to swear words though.”

  “You didn’t come here to buy me?”

  “Honestly, none of the women in our group are selling themselves so it never occurred to us.”

  “I’m curious; did you two know each other before the war?”

  Ryan shook his head. “Not even in passing. Bismark was a big, crowded place. But we’ve sort of buddied up over the past few weeks. You need someone to talk to out here or you’ll go insane.”

  “And what was the plan you two cooked up regarding me?”

  Sean looked at Ryan who raised both hands. “Hey, this was your idea. Did you have a plan?”

  “No. We thought you were sexy and came to talk to you, that’s as far as planning ever went.”

  She laughed. “If I wasn’t in four day old clothes, sitting on a filthy blanket, out in the middle of ass-end nowhere, this would be just like going to the bar.”

  “All we need is some music,” Sean said. “They’re already dimming the lights.”

  It was starting to get dark and Ryan sighed. “We should find our way back before we’re left stumbling around in full dark.”

  “You don’t have to go.” She sounded soft and vulnerable.

  Sean stood and she turned to look at him.

  “You don’t have to go either. I wasn’t … I mean …” Now she huffed. “I’m sorry. I’ve been bought for as little as a carton of nearly sour milk or a couple of eggs by men who just wanted to use me. You two made me feel like a person again.”

  “You deserve so much more than being used,” Ryan said.

  She laughed but there were strong undertones of darker emotions in the sound. “And don’t I know it.” A slow, sneaky smile spread over her face. “Hey, are you two straight?”

  Sean nodded.

  “Completely,” Ryan said.

  “So does that mean you two wouldn’t be interested in a threesome?”

  Ryan and Sean looked at each other and she laughed again.

  “I’m going to bed. Maybe I’ll see you again. Soon.”

  The tent wasn’t soundproof but it offered the illusion of privacy. Sean was grinning like a fool. “Hot damn. That was an invitation to crawl in there with her.”

  “So what? Rock paper scissors?”

  Sean looked startled. “You’ve never wanted a threesome?”

  “Hey, I’ve watched some kinky stuff online but we’re friends. A thre
esome means seeing each other naked.”

  “Look, I don’t care how hot you are under those jeans; I have no interest in touching your cock, or doing anything else to it either. Seeing it isn’t going to change my mind. Can you say the same?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “So let’s get in there and tell her she can do whatever she wants to us.

  Ryan didn’t need another push. Pauline was too damn hot to pass up. He took a few deep breaths and followed Sean into the tent.

  ‘This is crazy, I’m crazy,’ Pauline thought as she stripped down. ‘I’ve only just met these guys and I’m going to fuck them both for a pack of jerky and some warm fuzzies? Not the best deal I’ve ever cut.’

  It was the absolute honesty in Ryan’s face when he said ‘You deserve so much more than being used,’ that nudged her past the doubts. She’d had sex these last few weeks, more sex than she usually had in a month, but none of it had been fulfilling, physically or emotionally. She wasn’t a prude but she believed sex was an equal exchange of people, not just of favours and goods.

  ‘They might not even take me up on the offer,’ she thought as she grabbed the covers. If they didn’t hurry she’d be dressing again. It wasn’t winter, wasn’t even fall yet, but she didn’t have enough covers to make sleeping outside, naked and alone, comfortable.

  She heard the zipper and two shadow figures crawled into the tent making the enclosed space feel very cramped. She watched them for a moment and then said, “You’re wearing too much.” She was surprised to hear her own voice was heavy with desire.

  It was dark in the tent and she could barely see them, couldn’t even really tell which was which since they were so similar in build. When they were naked the one on her left said, “It’s kind of chilly in here,” and she recognized Sean’s voice.

  “Come under the covers with me, both of you.”

  The shuffled around and piles of clothes were tossed towards the door. Finally they were snuggled in on either side of her.

  “We’re all yours,” Sean said. “Do whatever you want to us. Please.”

  That was an offer she hadn’t had in months. It had been too long since she’d had the chance to play and enjoy herself. She reached out and took their cocks, one in each hand. As she tugged and stroked they came in closer to her and started kissing her and touching her.

  Sean’s hands were rougher and more confident, his kisses sometimes turning to nibbles. Ryan was sweeter, his soft hands more questioning than demanding and his lips seemed barely to brush her skin.

  “You’re both so hard,” she whispered.

  “What do you want us to do?” Sean said.

  “I … I’ve never done this before, actually. I want … I just want to feel good again.”

  Ryan nuzzled her nose and whispered, “How can we make you feel good? What do you like?”

  “Just keep touching me.”

  That was easy. Sean grabbed her ample breast, kneading it in his hand before taking the nipple in his mouth. Ryan’s hand grazed down her side and dipped between her legs. He caressed the inside of her thigh until she moaned and shifted so her legs spread. He kissed her, softly but passionately, and let his fingers stroke the soft folds of skin between her legs.

  Foreplay; she’d been missing the foreplay these last few weeks and hadn’t even realized it. She missed this touch, this time of exploration and shivery sensations. She liked the way they made her body tremble and pulled gasps of pleasure from her. She loved the way their cocks felt in her hands and the pressing of their bodies on either side of her.

  She forced herself to pull away from Ryan’s kiss. “Someone has to go first,” she said. “And soon.”

  “Because you’re all hot and wet?” Ryan murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

  She nodded and Sean chuckled. “Rock paper scissors, Ryan?”

  “Or something so no feelings get hurt.”

  “If I don’t get fucked, and soon, my feelings will be hurt,” Pauline said.

  “You can go first so long as I don’t have to give up these gorgeous tits,” Sean said.

  Ryan nuzzled her ear again. “Roll over, darling, let Sean play with you.”

  She nodded and rolled over and Sean cupped both breasts; they overflowed his hands. He dove into them, licking, sucking, and touching. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his face.

  Ryan reached around her and continued fingering her, the back of his hand brushing Sean’s stomach. It was strange to have another man so close, and completely naked, but like Sean had said, he felt no attraction to him.

  He positioned himself behind her and slipped his cock between her thighs so he could tease her slit with it. She was so wet she was dripping sweet juices all over his cock, making him slick.

  “Stop teasing, oh please, stop teasing me.”

  Ryan kissed her neck as Sean continued to play with her breasts. Gently and slowly Ryan pressed his cock into her, wanting to give her every opportunity to change her mind if she wanted to. Instead she pressed her ass back against him. He gripped her hips tightly and began moving inside her.

  At this angle his cock thrust deep into her and she tipped her head back against his shoulder. It had been so long since he’d had anything more than his hand and his imagination and she was warmer and more beautiful than anything he could have dreamed up so it didn’t take long for his climax to build.

  “Oh god,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.”

  No amount of self-control could have halted that flood, not even stilling his thrusts would have stopped it, so he continued to push into her, enjoying the closeness and warmth of her body against him and around him.

  She could feel his hot breath as he panted behind her. When she felt him slip away she slid down. Sean whimpered as her breasts slid from the reach of his mouth but when he felt the wetness of her rubbing against his cock he grabbed her hips and guided her onto him. She was still tight and he moaned softly. She moved against him, her back rubbing against Ryan’s chest and her tits rubbing against Sean’s chest.

  She felt warm and safe and secure. Ryan drowsily nibbled her ear and rubbed her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipples which were already hypersensitive from all the attention Sean had been paying to them. The combination of Sean moving inside her, the flickers of sensations tingling through her nipples, Sean’s deep kisses, and Ryan nibbling at her ear overwhelmed her until she could hardly breathe for all the pleasurable sensation building deep inside her.

  Like a flood rising behind a dam she felt the pressure rising and rising, bringing that familiar but long absent tightness low in her body. “Don’t stop,” she murmured. “Don’t stop any of it. Please. Don’t stop. I’m close, I’m so close.”

  Still buried inside her Sean stopped thrusting and ground his hips against her. The sudden pressure against her clit was enough and she toppled over the peak into the rush of orgasm. Her body shuddered with the force of her release. Her groan rose in pitch until it was nearly a scream and she would have woken a lot of people if Sean hadn’t kissed her hard, devouring her mouth and the sound of her passion. Every touch, nibble, lick, and thrust pushed her back up even as her body was trying to calm down. Her toes curled, her legs gripped Sean’s hips, her arms snaked around Sean and her fingers dug into her shoulders.

  Ryan released her ear and whispered. “That’s it, Pauline, let us make you happy. Ride the pleasure. Let it fill you.”

  Over and over he whispered sweet words in her ear as Sean started moving in her again. He was gentle at first but as her breathing returned to normal she said, “I won’t break.”

  Sean nodded and started to thrust in earnest again, relishing the hot, slick feel of her. Ryan held her tight, steadying her. Finally Sean grunted, pulling her hips tight against him as he came inside her. She kissed his face as he calmed down, then she rolled over and covered Ryan’s face in kisses as well.

  “You two are wonderful. Thank-you for this.”

  They lay wrappe
d around her, the closeness warding off the chill.

  “Are you really building a home here?”

  “Yes,” Ryan said softly. “We’re fencing in fifteen houses plus yards and shops and everything else. Didn’t Sam and Dave talk to you about it?”

  “No, why?”

  “They said they were going to talk to everyone in your group. They aren’t sure if they’ll stay or not and wanted everyone’s opinion.”

  “Why would they want the opinion of the camp whore?”

  Ryan’s arm tightened around her. “Don’t say that. Never call yourself a whore again. You aren’t a whore.”

  “Because I didn’t ask you for payment?”

  “Because you’re worth more than anything anyone could pay you with. You’re special and you’re beautiful. Stay here with us. Not me and Sean, but with the group. There’s space, I heard Anne say so.”

  “I can’t work.”

  “You can learn to weed a garden, harvest food, even cook. Why sell yourself short?”

  “Ryan’s right. Stay. What kind of future do you have if you go with Sam and Dave and their group?”

  “And if they choose to stay?”

  “Who cares what they choose to do, Pauline. You won’t have to sell yourself for anything anymore.”

  “And what about us?”

  Ryan buried his face against her neck but it was Sean who spoke. “Up to you, I guess, it always was. It was a fun night and I wouldn’t turn down a repeat but Ryan said it, you’re not a whore. If you don’t want us in your bed again we won’t force you, and we sure as hell won’t insult you by trying to buy you. There are other single women in our group, I’m sure there will be a few houses set aside just for them and you’d be welcome there.”

  “What about for families, or couples?”

  “I don’t know,” Ryan said. “Anne and Damian are making the whole thing public in the morning. I’m sure they’re talking it over while they’re on watch tonight.”

  “Could the three of us have our own space? Do you think … would you want to?”

  “If you’ll keep us we’ll stay,” Ryan said. “Both of us. Just tell us what you want.”

  “I want to think about it.”